'Sonnet III'

~ Dedicated to Anička ~


I strode across a field of Summer flow'rs,
where green the leaves and trees flourished the same,
but then arrived the clouds of rainy show'rs,
and withered they away as Autumn came.
I sat before the warmth of burning fire
under the sky glittered with glistening stars,
but then wind blew, and did the flames expire;
now shrouded was the coat of lights bizarre.
I lived in fear that all that's fair must fade,
and that no nectar could love eternise,
but then I saw thy face, beauty displayed,
that Chronos too could not its death devise.
So dare I say thy beauty has no end
in this my verse I writ to thee commend.



06/01/15

Poet's Notes

This time of year, just like every year, my school will be visited by a group of Czech students on a transfer program for an entire term. I'm feeling excited to meet them particularly because I'm directing them in a short extract from the play Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? by Edward Albee. The Czech exchange students have always been an anticipated part of the school year, leaving the students and the teachers with many fond memories. 

I wrote this sonnet on the night after I'd first seen the Czechs last year, being mesmerised by the one of them. I had, at that point, been struggling to write as I had not the inspiration; her arrival was perfectly timed. She instantly was my muse for my next poem. Since I felt that the sonnet was regarded as the form of poetry for the adoration of beauty or love (thanks to the constant iambic pentametre mimicking the heartbeat), it felt only fitting to write a sonnet in dedication to her.